moon child

“I crave a love so deep that the ocean would be jealous.”

“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

A part of me is slowly dying and is ready to give up while the other part is trying to stay alive and struggling to make it through another day.

“Still, love is the impulse from which poetry springs. Even dark poems. Especially dark poems. To know the worst and write in spite of that, that must be love.”

Can you come over and take me to the ocean?

“Hát őszintén meg mondom, uraim és hölgyeim; összetörve álltam, s hullottak a könnyeim”

“I looked at everyone and wondered where they came from, and who they missed, and what they were sorry for.”

“Bevor ich dich kannte war’s nicht schlimm für mich allein zu sein.”

“But I keep my head up high and my middle fingers higher”

“I will surround you with a love too deep for words.”